MTL - Royal Beloved Black Wife-Chapter 402 Fanwai Mingruo first encounter (1)

   Chapter 402 Fanwai Mingruo First Encounter (1)

  On New Year's Eve, Uncle Chang arranged for me to enter the palace with His Highness the Seventh Highness. I was very puzzled by the behavior of abandoning Su Rong, Lotus Rong, and Bai Rong (especially Lian Rong, she was His Highness's personal maid).

   Uncle Chang smiled: "Isn't it good to give you a chance to see the world?"

   I think so too, not to mention clinging to the powerful, the New Year's Eve dinner in the palace alone is a hundred times more plentiful than the palace, I can't hypocritically say that Miss Liu's cooking is more delicious, although this is also true.

   His Highness Seven is already twelve years old. According to Da Zhou, he is already a handsome young man of thirteen years old.

   It hasn't been that long since we first met, but I just feel that the boy in front of me has changed dramatically.

   is taller, his eyebrows are colder, his face is vaguely childish, and against the shadow of his eyes, there is a trace of alienation and indifference that is hard to capture.

   When he was with Miss Liu, he was meek and cheerful like a child.

  I really don't know which one is the real him.

   "Minglan." He said suddenly.

  I tightened the curtains of the carriage and asked with a smile, "What's wrong with Your Highness?"

   He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something, but he never came out.

  I thought for a while, looked at his eyelashes as long as butterfly wings and said, "Your Majesty is a very kind monarch, and it won't be difficult to get along with."

   Thirteen years old, no matter how old you are, you are still a child after all, right?

  I'm going to see my father. Besides being excited, I'm also a little nervous, right?

   He was really nervous, his fingers clenched into fists.

  I reached out and placed my hand lightly on his fist.

  I thought, I shouldn't have done such an ill-mannered act, but I couldn't say anything to comfort him, so I could only...that's it.

   His Royal Highness has never liked to be touched by people, not even close. Su Rong, Lian Rong, and Bai Rong can dangle in front of him when he is tidying up his room and changing his clothes.

   I was ready to be thrown away by him.

   But he didn't.

   His fingers moved, and for a moment, he gently opened his fist, and in turn, clasped my hand.

   Fingers intertwined, as tight as the quicksand holding the years.

   A few years of loneliness, a few rough years, and his heart has long been numb, but at this moment, with the slight movement of his pulse, he began to beat like a drum.

  The cold wind passed through the curtains and stuck to my face coldly. For the first time, it didn't make me feel pain.

  I opened a slit and looked at the heavy snow flying in the sky, and suddenly felt that the capital was different from before.

  Judgment (3:00 p.m.), we arrived at the palace, I opened the curtain and wanted to get out of the car to greet His Highness, but His Highness jumped down before me and stretched out his hand to me.

   I was slightly taken aback.

   The seventh prince looked at me as usual, my little heart beat wildly again, took a few deep breaths, and put my hand into his palm as calmly as possible.

  The people in the palace lowered their eyebrows, as if they didn't see it, or they wouldn't care if they saw it. An unfavored prince is nothing more than an outrageous thing.

   He led me and walked towards the Hall of Changhuan where the banquet was held.

   There was a **** leading the way in front of me, so I wasn't worried about going wrong, but I was still nervous and trembling slightly.

   His Royal Highness turned his head: "Did you offend anyone in the palace?"

   "Huh?" I was stunned, and it took me a long time to realize that he was referring to me as being "scared" like this. How could I have the nerve to tell him that, being held by you, the whole person was like walking on a volcano? I lied indiscriminately, "Well, I offended one or two palace maids."

   He leaned close to my ear and said softly, "Don't be afraid, it won't let you have any trouble."

   He was used to being arrogant, and suddenly became gentle. I was at a loss: "Yes...Yes...Thank you...Your Highness."

   He curled his lips into a smile, squeezed my cheek with his other hand, then looked straight ahead and focused on walking.

   I was the only one left, feeling the place where he had pinched it, hot like a soldering iron.

   As I turned my head, I secretly looked at his profile. He really deserved to be Miss Liu's son, even his profile was so good-looking.

  I quietly compared the shoulders that were slightly next to us, and they were all level with me, and they really grew a lot taller.

   When we arrived at Changhuan Hall, many concubines and princes arrived. I don’t know if the arrangement was wrong. We were placed in the courtiers’ seat, and the courtiers were seated in the outer hall. After crossing a threshold, the seats of the empress, concubines and princes would be seated. ?"

   The palace maid looked at the delicate seventh His Highness, and there was a hint of surprise in her eyes, and then she nodded regretfully: "That's right."

   His Highness Seventh's eyelashes trembled slightly, he picked up the teacup, and drank it casually.

A layer of endless embarrassment and bitterness surged in my heart, and the excitement of being able to enter the palace for the year was drowning. Even the talented people who entered the palace were sitting in the inner hall, but the serious prince only If you can stay on the court, who can be happy?

The people around    cast strange glances at us, and the prince who should be sought after by thousands of people is despised like a pickle.

   The hand of His Highness    holding the teacup is getting tighter and tighter. You don't need to look to know that his face must be very ugly.

  I knew earlier that it was humiliation, I knew earlier... It was such a humiliation, why should I persuade His Highness the eldest grandson to let him give His Highness the seventh a chance for the New Year?

  In all kinds of embarrassment, I began to search for the figure of His Highness the eldest grandson. His highness, the eldest grandson, is sincere to His Highness the Seventh Highness. If he is here, will he take care of His Highness?

   But I was disappointed, the sixth prince and the concubine came, but the eldest grandson was not seen.

  I sat down on my knees, took the opportunity to pour tea, covered his sleeves with wide sleeves, and held his hand.

   He quickly grabbed my hand back, so strong that he almost broke my hand bone.

   His fantasy about his father was strangled in the cradle before it even started. Is this a warning from His Majesty? Warn him not to think that the eldest grandson of the emperor will be able to turn over the salted fish?

  I hope that it is not the case, if it is, how uncomfortable the Seventh Highness's heart should be? Or... how desperate?

   After eating some cakes, the seventh prince seemed to be in a better mood. He let go of my hand and drank tea on his own.

  As he was relieved, I was also a lot happier. I stood up and looked at the people around me slowly. I am often in the harem, and I don’t know many ministers, so I can’t help but turn my attention to faces I am more familiar with. The seats in the East Palace were all vacant, and His Majesty, the Empress and the Maharaja were not in the inner hall. Instead, the noble concubine and the sixth prince sat upright, with the arrogance of a master.

   It's just that these two masters did not have a good time during this time. The sixth prince was much thinner than when I left the palace. It can be seen that the queen's "discipline" for him is very effective. The imperial concubine was haggard, with a smile on her lips, but her eyes flashed with a trace of resentment when no one was paying attention.

   (end of this chapter)